Chapter 740

In the magnificent Malfoy Manor, Voldemort was meeting Snape in the study alone who came to "report on his work".

"How is the old guy doing?" Voldemort asked coldly.

"No different from before," Snape replied respectfully, pretending that he had no idea why Dumbledore was injured. "That strange curse is very stubborn and powerful. Even I can't cure Dumbledore. I think Professor Slughorn can't do it either."

"Professor Slughorn... What a nostalgic name..." Voldemort raised his mouth, his scarlet eyes narrowed, and he seemed to be immersed in some memories.

"But..." Snape suddenly interrupted his memories.

"But what?" Voldemort frowned.

"It's just that... Fish McGonagall has been using his special spells to treat Dumbledore, which allows Dumbledore to maintain a good condition. Moreover, from the look of Fish McGonagall, he seems to be sure that he can cure Dumbledore."

"Fish McGonagall... Humph!"

Voldemort loves and hates Fish.

The rain in the Forbidden Forest not only restored a lot of his strength from a half-dead state, but also restored part of his soul loss, which gave him the confidence to replenish his new Horcruxes, so Voldemort really hopes to recruit Fish to his own men.

As for hatred, there is no need to say more... How many times has this damn little cat ruined his plans? !

"What do you think is the possibility that he can cure Dumbledore?" Voldemort asked hesitantly.

Although the Dark Lord is very confident in his spells,...Fish, that little guy, can't be judged by common sense at all.

Snape also hesitated for a moment before answering, "I don't know, but he looks very confident. Based on his past performance, I think the probability is still very high."

"That is to say, we can't just wait for the old guy to die?" Voldemort's snake-like nostrils flared, showing the Dark Lord's irritable mood.

At the same time, Nagini, who was squatting at his feet, was affected by her master's emotions, and raised her head high and spit out her tongue fiercely.

Snape had a wooden face and bowed his head respectfully without saying a word.

Voldemort closed his eyes and tried to calm the anger and depression in his heart. Nagini also bent down again and stayed quietly at his feet.

After a moment, he opened his eyes.

"If, let Lucius's son invite the kitten to come here as a guest..." He tapped the armrest of the chair with his fingers and muttered to himself.

Snape's heart suddenly tightened, but his face remained calm. Although he wanted to speak up to dispel Voldemort's idea, he also knew that the result of speaking rashly would be that his trust in Voldemort would be greatly reduced.

Fortunately, Voldemort quickly shook his head, "It's not realistic. The Imperius Curse has almost no effect on him, and Minerva McGonagall may not agree. In addition, with the strength of that little guy, it is difficult to trap him by force... Damn! How come all the good things happened to that old guy Dumbledore!"

Voldemort was really jealous of this. If he had picked up Fish, not to mention the English wizarding world, the whole world should have fallen into his hands long ago.

However, the more important thing now is how to make that old guy die before Fish cures Dumbledore.

The two people in the room did not speak again. Only the tapping sound of knocking on the armrest and the occasional hissing sound of Nagini spitting out the letter echoed in between, and the study fell into a depressing silence.

Snape had long been accustomed to such scenes. He still stood respectfully by the side with his hands hanging down, his eyelids drooping, his eyes staring at the ground without any emotion, like a loyal dog waiting for his master's orders at any time.

When Voldemort came back to his senses from his contemplation, he saw Snape's still respectful appearance, and a look of satisfaction appeared on his face, and then quickly disappeared.

"Lucius's child, the boy named Draco, how is the mission going?" Voldemort's cold voice sounded again.

Snape replied expressionlessly: "I'm not too clear about this matter, Master." He slightly raised his eyelids to look at Voldemort, then quickly lowered them and continued: "Draco refused to tell me the content of his mission. He probably thought I would take the credit for his work."

"Oh?" Voldemort looked at Snape with a smile, "Shouldn't the Malfoy family trust you very much, Severus? If I remember correctly, you should still be the godfather of that boy, right?"

"Since Lucius was punished by you, Draco no longer trusts me so much..." Snape continued to say expressionlessly.

"Hehehe..." Voldemort laughed in a low voice, seeming to be very satisfied with Draco Malfoy's performance, "He is more like a Slytherin than his father."

Snape did not speak, but continued to bow his head respectfully.

"But Narcissa should have asked you to take care of him, right?" Voldemort asked again.

"Yes," Snape still had that expressionless and respectful look, "but she didn't tell me what happened specifically. She only said that you, Master, gave Draco a task." He raised his head at the right time and looked at Voldemort, revealing a hint of confusion.

And Voldemort, just as Snape predicted, ignored his doubts and turned to ask about the Order of the Phoenix.

"Still can't find a way to enter that place?"

Snape also put away his confusion and returned to his expressionless state, answering: "The ancestors of the Black family have cast too many protective magics on it. Unless Sirius Black dies, Bella will inherit the Black family." For the first time, Snape's face showed obvious emotions. He said with disgust: "Dumbledore keeps a close eye on him and doesn't let him handle any affairs at all, but..."

He sneered contemptuously and continued: "Black is a typical Gryffindor. Such days are almost driving him crazy. He may slip out at any time... Just like last year."

"I don't need such an ambiguous answer." Voldemort said coldly.

"...I will try my best," Snape pursed his thin lips and remained silent for a moment, still not daring to promise: "Although Black is stupid and reckless, he obeys Dumbledore's orders. I can't guarantee that I can lure him out."

Voldemort frowned in dissatisfaction, but he also knew that Snape was telling the truth, and he also knew the relationship between Snape and Black. So in Voldemort's view, as long as there is a chance, Snape will definitely do his best to kill Black.

So he didn't dwell on this issue anymore, but asked Snape a few more questions about Fish and Harry, and then said: "You can go, and call Wormtail for me."

Snape bowed to Voldemort, then left the study, and soon, Peter Pettigrew with a silver arm walked in.

"Master, what do you want?"

As soon as Wormtail entered the study, he knelt at Voldemort's feet, carefully avoiding Nagini, and stretched his head to kiss Voldemort's shoes.

Voldemort narrowed his scarlet eyes, supported his head with his hands, and watched Wormtail's flattering appearance with interest for a while, then shook his feet gently and kicked his mouth aside.

Wormtail knelt down and stepped back two steps, looking up at his face full of humility and flattery, waiting for Voldemort's instructions.

"I need you to do something for me, Wormtail." Voldemort's voice was full of joy, "You know, Voldemort never treats his friends badly..."

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The bottle of shower gel that hurt me was used up, and I replaced it with a new bottle, Lux's peony fragrance or something, it seems that the main feature is the fragrance, but the smell... I think it's too much for my old rhinitis...

Especially when I came out of the shower, Zhongyuan saw me and ran away... You know, even if I applied floral water on my body before, it didn't react so much... It's amazing...

The shower gel seemed to be bought during a supermarket promotion, and it was quite a big bottle.